My view

In my bedroom at  the dawn,
I wake up  all alone
I no longer know your face,
Nor the places fingers traced
I’m just one lens from blindness,I can see.

The world looks faint and blurred
As  if no human cared.
I cannot  feel my heart
Except by stinging darts
Just one lens left  working out  for me.

I made some honey tea
I heard the buzz of bees
Feeling so alone
Are humans made of stone?
A lens is  all I have,infinity.

Two  little holes  so dark
Where the vision starts
The eye singularly blue
Shone for love  so true
Let me keep this lens or I’m not me.

The fragility of flesh
The place where we feel best
The eye so wide in gaze
With passion will engage
The lens and nerve and brain will help me through

So God made me from clay
And  I shall say a prayer
I don’t want to be blind
To other human minds
The focal length and strength  will  aid my view